AN: OKAY. First of all, I own no characters that belong to SM, I do however own all original characters and plots that did not occur in the Twilight Saga books.

Anyway, so, I'M BACK! And hopefully that didn't come off as creepy as it seemed to me. Oh well, anyway. Yes I am back, and I am back for good. And no I am not deleting this story. There's a lot more to write here, and a lot more to learn. There is a reason there isn't much detail in the first few chapters, 'cause I dunno about you, but I don't spout off my life story right when I meet something. . . that takes time and trust. Something that Paul and Summer are currently building.

Anyway, enough with all my chatter. Here is the next chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it!


Vexation

Chapter 8

Paul POV

"Tell me. Please." She whimpered and I knew I'd cave, of course I would.

I was fucking done for. I was so fucking done for. She had me, and she fucking knew it. I felt myself get harder at her words, god it was like everything this girl did turned me on. I didn't think I'd be able to tell her, hell I'm pretty sure I couldn't talk at all. All I could fucking do was growl and even that was guttural and deep, so animalistic that it was even surprising to me.

So, I decided I'd show her instead. I growled deep and low in the back of my throat, gripping her hips tightly I ground my erection into her soft center once. "Isn't it obvious?" I whispered as her eyes went wide.

God she felt good, like almost too fucking good. I wanted her wrapped tight around me as I fucked her up against my car, the walls, my bed, my kitchen, the fucking shower. I wanted her everywhere. The images almost had me grinding against her, but her shocked expression was enough to keep me at bay.

"You can't want me that way." She gasped, but her legs tightened around my waist and her fingers wrapped tightly in my hair. She almost seemed to regret her words as she attempted to cling to me.

"Why can't I?" I snarled, slightly pissed that she was just pushing the obvious away. I hated how fucking stubborn she was.

"Because, you only think of me as a friend." She whispered, her little face turned down, not meeting my eyes anymore. She was embarrassed I realized unhappily, I'd made her feel uncomfortable, and I'd given her the wrong impression. Guilt surged through me.

"You are my very best friend, Baby Girl. You always will be, but that isn't the only way I want you. I thought I made that clear when I kissed you." I tried to smile, but I was still kind of annoyed, I wasn't sure if it came out right.

"But that was the only time you ever did, Paul. You never kissed me after that." She retorted, raising her eyes to finally meet mine. I cringed at the self doubt in them. My girl should never think I didn't want her.

He beautiful eyes were sad, and I hated that she thought I didn't want her the way she so obviously wanted me. I thought if I gave her some fucking time she'd be more receptive of me. Of course that fucking backfired, just like everything with me these days.

"I didn't want to push you before you were ready," I replied, brushing my fingers through her long hair. I willed her eyes to meet mine again, but they'd stubbornly fallen back to her lap and stayed there.

"You would say that . . ."

"I'm not just saying it to fucking say it, Little Girl." I soothed, trying to calm down her self-doubt before it hit all new heights.

"You're my imprint. You're just trying to make me feel better. . ." she denied, turning her head away from me to glare into the forest just feet away.

" Really?" My voice was low and dangerous, but she wasn't affected. Of fucking course she wasn't. She never reacted when I got angry anymore. She just fucking turns away. Ugh I fucking hated that shit.

"Yeah, really."

"Fucking hell, Summer." I snapped, pushing away from her small body. I stood a couple feet away from my truck, running my hands roughly through my thick hair. Why was it so hard for her to believe me? She'd seen me at my worst; she'd seen how possessive I was of her. I'd kissed her. I've showed her how much I fucking wanted her. What else did she need? Why the fuck didn't she understand how much I wanted her?

Just shove your tongue down her throat. There's no way she could misunderstand that shit, Bro. My wolf laughed raucously in the back of my head. I fucking hated him sometimes.

Fucking hate you. I told him back, and he just continued his half insane laughter, ignoring me as if I'd never spoken. Dick.

Just fucking do it. Or I'll kill you myself.

I sighed internally.

For weeks he'd been silent and content with our situation, but recently my wolf had grown restless and a bit crazed whenever my imprint came into the same room. He was pushing at my self control, and given that self-loathing expression Summer had on her face I almost wanted to let him out to play. Wonder how she'd react to being shown just how much I wanted her in public, on the fucking hood of my car? At least she wouldn't be able to pretend I didn't think of her that way anymore.

"What do you want me to do to prove it to you?" I demanded suddenly, startling the small blonde girl on my truck. Her ocean eyes met my own boring brown ones and I could see the unshed tears there.

Instantly I was holding her face between both of my palms. I cradled her heart shaped face while she clenched her eyes shut tightly, refusing to face me in such close proximity.

"Open those beautiful eyes," I cooed softly at her. She shook her head roughly between my hands and I very nearly growled at the refusal.

My attention was quickly elsewhere as I heard a car approaching from down the road. Hoping whoever the fuck it was would just pass by us, I waited until their car came into view. I could smell him from where I was, even before I saw his crappy toyota and all I wanted to do was throttle the man behind the wheel of the small car, his huge head barely fucking fit into.

Summer looked up as the car idled beside us and a small smile came to her lips. All of a sudden the asshole interrupting didn't seem so bad to me. Fuck me if he could get her to smile and I couldn't. Whatever. I'd take it.

"Hey, Jared!" she called, whipping at her still glistening eyes.

"Hey sweet stuff," he flashed her a smile, not mentioning the tears. I could see the anger in his eyes when he met my gaze though, and I knew I'd get ripped a new one for making her cry, again. Jared had become seriously protective of my little imprint ever since he met her, well, most of the pack had really, but Jared more so than anyone.

"Hey Fucker, Sam's looking for you. Like right the hell now. There's a pack meeting." He yelled at me, his tone clipped and disdainful. Fucking asshole, didn't he see that I had enough shit to deal with, without his bull shit on top of it? Yeah that's a lot of fucking shit.

"I'm busy, Asshat. Fuck off." I snapped back, shooting a glance at my girl who was still upset from our fight. I could feel how angry she was, but it wasn't her anger than was getting to me. It was the massive amounts of hurt accompanying it.

"Sam said to take her to Emily, and you can go get her after the meeting. It's mandatory, Asswhipe." I groaned, resting my forehead against Summer's. We both felt immediate gratification at the contact.

"I'll be there in a bit." I sighed. Jared pulled away with no more words for me, but a nice goodbye to my girl, which she happily answered back with her own shy little 'bye.'

Pulling myself back from her reluctantly, I pulled her down from her seat on the hood. She slid along my body torturously and I almost threw her right back up onto the car again. Fuck. She had the hottest little body I'd ever seen. She trailed her fingers teasingly along my chest, feeling the lust from me through our bond.

"The conversation from earlier isn't over, Baby Girl." I told her sternly, leading her quickly to the passenger door and then helping her up and into my truck.

We were on our way to Emily's seconds later and she still hadn't answered, though I could feel the nervous vibes radiate off of her. I didn't want her to be anxious about talking to me. I wanted her to be comfortable with whatever she did. Taking one hand off the steering wheel I reached over the small distance between us and rested my hand on her knee.

"That wasn't a threat, Baby. I just want to make sure you know how much I really do want you," I assured her, squeezing her knee in comfort. Her own hand rested over mine. She didn't say anything but I could feel her unease lessen and then vanish all together, her emotions settling peaceful and content on just my touch.

The drive to Emily's was short and when we parked in her driveway I walked Summer to the door, pushing it open and leading her inside. Emily was in the kitchen cooking up something that smelled like heaven. Not nearly as good smelling as other things I'd experienced today, but a close second.

I took her cooking as a good sign. Sam's meeting wouldn't last too long. I was already anxious to get back to my girl and I hadn't even left yet.

"She'll be fine, Paul." Emily called, not even looking up from whatever she was making on the stove. The girl knew me too well. Glancing down at my imprint and seeing her content smile sent my heart soaring. I could picture her in our own house, not too far from now, cooking in our kitchen, smiling as I came home from work, putting our babies to bed. . .

Fuck. I did not need to be thinking of kids. No way in hell was I ready for that shit storm. No fucking way. Shaking my head to break me out of whatever weird reality I'd been in, I leaned down and gave my girl a kiss on the cheek, promising to come back to her soon.

Then I was running out of the house, ready to get this meeting shit over with so I could get back to her, only pausing to strip just past the tree line and put my clothes in the cord around my leg. I phased quickly after. I could feel the release of my bones as my body fell easily on all fours. I loved the feeling of running in this form, how in touch with nature it brought me.

I did not love the pack mind. Hated those fuckers.

'Woaoooah, Paul! '– Quil shouted in response to my thoughts going back to Summer. I tried to quickly rein the memory back in but it was already too late. Fuck.

'Getting some action, Bro?'- Brady snickered.

'Or , not getting any?' – Collin piped in.

'Fuck off assholes.' I snarled back, quickly picking where they were from Sam's head.

'Focus.' -Sam's Alpha voice called to the younger wolves and they rightfully shut their huge mouths. It seemed like everyone else was too preoccupied to get caught up in my imprint drama, and for that I was thankful.

I reached the clearing where they were in no time, trotting to the middle and taking my place at Sam's left. Looking around at their stiff postures and their concerned thoughts had me blanching. All eight of them looked exactly the same; even Leah's usually unbearable form was still and silent.

'What's wrong guys?' I asked, the question more directed at Sam than anyone else.

'There's a new scent in the forest around La Push, something we haven't come across before.' At Sam's words my mind instantly went to Summer. Would she be okay? Was she in danger? My skin began to itch at just the thought.

'We don't know who is in danger here. We just know the scent is male. He smells almost exactly like we do, but there's something off about him. Something different and so familiar to us, we aren't exactly sure how to deal with it.' –Same continued gravely, his gaze shooting to me from the corner of his eye.

I felt like I was missing something big, and it left me feeling out of control. More out of control than I had in a while. If my imprint was in danger I wanted to know. And I wanted to take down whatever the fuck it was that was causing all this paranoia from my pack.

'What does he smell so similar to then, Sam. I'm not fucking getting your evasive shit.' I snapped, swallowing a growl that was trying to make its way out of my throat.

'Not what he smells like, Paul. Who he smells like. . ." – Sam.


Summer POV

I could feel Paul's anxiety from Emily's and it had me seriously on edge. I couldn't stop the nervous shaking my leg was doing as I watched Emily cook. She was chatting to me, but I wasn't being very good company. I wondered idly how she always did it, stayed calm when they were out there doing and seeing god only knows what.

She'd told me once that she was just like me when Sam first imprinted on her. She said she was just as jumpy and concerned as I was, and being calm and collected about everything took a lot of time and practice. Too bad I didn't exactly have the time, or the patience to practice that peace of mind. I wanted my Paul back, and I wanted him back now.

I'd feel so much safer when he was safe at Emily's, away from anything even slightly harming to him. I'd gotten to the point where I couldn't imagine my life without him, and I really didn't even want to try. He was the very best part of my life, him and the pack, including the imprints and Aunt Karren were the only family I had left and I cherished them more than anything else. I had no idea what I'd ever do without them.

"How can I be calm when I can feel how worried he is?" I asked Emily, my voice pleading with her.

She turned to look at me with kindness in her eyes. The way her smile only tugged at half of her mouth always made me picture her with secrets, not bad ones, just mischievous little things that made you laugh and want to know her more. She really was a very kind person, and I found myself growing more and more attached to her as my time in La Push increased.

"You and Paul have a very distinct emotional connection, one that seems to run even deeper than mine and Sam's does. It's hard to push past their emotions and reach your own, but when you're calm, it helps to calm him down too." Emily explained softly, turning back to her cooking.

I tried to take deep breaths, tried to calm myself down, really I did. But it wasn't working and as the moments passed my anxiety increased, almost to the point of suffocation. Something was wrong and I knew it. I could feel it. I could feel him, every emotion, ever shock of pain, of betrayal, a cocktail of emotions that I couldn't even identify.

"Something's wrong, Emily. . ." I gasped out through labored breaths, clutching my chest with one hand while the other gripped the kitchen table tightly in an attempt to keep me up right.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth she was kneeling in front of my, holding my shoulders up. I couldn't breathe. I was shaking all over as I felt his panic well up into me. Something was very, very wrong. I needed him, my air, my sun, my life.

"Summer. Summer! Calm down! Take deep breaths, Sweetie." Emily's panicked eyes weren't helping to calm me and the tightness in my chest grew more and more constricting. I was having a panic attack, I knew I was, but that knowledge didn't lessen the intensity in my chest, in my heart as my vision began to tunnel.

"Paul. Paul. Paul." I gasped over and over again, wishing beyond everything that he was here. My vision was going dark and my grip on the table went slack, as did my body in the chair, and I fell ungracefully into Emily.

Everything was growing dark around me, and I couldn't even hear Emily's voice anymore. Her frightened eyes reflecting back at me.

Paul's face came into view then, just over Emily's shoulder and it looked like he was talking to her frantically, but as I watched them my eye lids began to droop, his fearful expression the last I saw before everything went black.


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